Excerpts taken from notes made during a rarely
granted interview at the Markham Blues Festival.

SASHA: Can I get a group picture of you before we begin?

BAND: Sure ... anything for you Sasha.
(Man ... I love how she leans over when she shoots?)

SASHA: Perhaps we can begin with Ridley.

RIDLEY: ... OK ...

SASHA: Great. Perhaps we can start with your background.
Is it true that you filled in for Paul McCarntney during a Wings
recording session, when he inexplicably came down with a case
of meningitis?

RIDLEY: Ahhh ... smell that fresh country air ...

SASHA: ... OK ... I can see how you want to stay quiet on
that topic. I hear, however, that Paul was quite impressed
during mixing. Apparently he couldn't tell which songs
we his and which were yours.

RIDLEY: I think I smell a hot dog vendor near here...

SASHA: Perhaps we can talk about your early times with
ABAXIUS, Tug Rock, Steveie Wonder and Elvis.
Just where are the other Abaxius members now anyways?

RIDLEY: Look at that ... a horse drawn wagon .. I just love the country.

SASHA: Do you feel that you owe some of your success to
your rural upbringing and love of the land? You certainly
seem to be fascinated by nature.

RIDLEY: ... PHEWW ... do you smell that?

SASHA: I don't smell a thing. I'd really like to get a little more
info on yout thoughts about the factors in your great success.

RIDLEY: I wonder if I stepped in something. Nope ... nothing there ...

SASHA: Well ... you're certainly living up to your reputation for
being quiet about yourself.

RIDLEY: Nothing here either ...

SASHA: Look ... I need to get something. I'd like your thoughts
on this picture of you and Ray Brown. It appears to be taken in the
early 1980s.

RIDLEY: ... Man ... it's you!! ... don't you ever bathe? ... I'm outta here.

SASHA: Monsieur Laporte. Est-ce qu-il possible de parler
avec toi pour un moment?

Bobby: uhhh ... ummm ... wee.

SASHA: Merci Bein ... Maintenant ..

BOBBY: Excuse me, but why are you speaking french?

SASHA: OH ... pardon me ... I just thought ... sorry.

BOBBY: No problem.

SASHA: By the way ... you have the most beautiful hair

BOBBY: Thanks ... I just got it cut. See how this side looks?

BOBBY: Well .. it looks just like this side now.

BOBBY: And ... I just love the way the sun catches the highlights.

SASHA: You're right ... that's beautiful.
Are you free later?

BOBBY: Say again???

SASHA: What I meant was, would you like to have a drink
with me later, and I can show you how Russians drink vodka.

BOBBY: I don't think so. I'm very happy as I am, thank you.

SASHA: Oh .. Come on, Bobby, you're such a man, and,
as you can see, I'm certainly all woman.

BOBBY: I had just about enough. Why don't you spend some
time interviewing the single guys in the group? Bye.

SASHA: Mr Lightning, would you have a word with me?

Ffloyd Lightning: Hmm .. what was that you called me?

SASHA: I called you My Lightning. I'm very interested to know
how you came up with such an interesting handle. It is perhaps
something to do with the way you charm the ladies?

Fffloyd Lightnin': Well ... gosh ... what ever do you mean by that?

SASHA: I mean that you're such a big strong man, with such
big strong features, only the most willful woman would stand
a chance of resisting you.

Floyd Lahtnin: Are you hittin on me? I thought we were gonna
talk about our music.

SASHA: Well ... we can talk about music anytime. I just wanted
to get inside your mind, so I can share your thoughts with the world

Lfloyd Litenin: Well, that's better. So, lets start with the Reesor
family. They came to Markham in 1796 to plant a tree, and they just
happened to settle in the same area. Well, time passed, and then it was
time to cut down the tree and make guitars from it, and then

(several pages of notes missing)

SASHA: Oops, these darned fishnet stockings are falling down again.
Hold on a minute, while I fix them.

SASHA: There ... that's much better. Do you like fishnet stockings,
Mr Lighttneen? Of course, they look much better when I'm wearing
latex as well.

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FFlloyd: Well, if you say so, maam.

SASHA: Hi there, Mr Oral. Nice hat.

ORAL SAX: Thanks. I was just talking to Ridley, and he
suggested that I offer to take you to dinner, after a nice warm
bath that is. So ... what do you say?

SASHA: No thanks. I have a boyfriend.

SASHA: How about one last shot of the band. You guys are so
friendly. I wish I could stay longer, but I do have deadlines.